Chapter 1811 — Striking Down Three Scions of Great Houses

He was just about to cut off his right arm to escape when, with a thud, the small World Tree slammed into the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin with the Hehuan Hall Master's body pinned beneath it, knocking her into the coffin. The coffin crashed into Shen Mu.

The Guixu lotus throne beneath him split open, revealing the second tier of the lotus, and streams of chaos qi gushed from the seedpod.

Huang Tang roared, his white hair already dyed red by his own Dao blood. Bracing against the small World Tree, he drove forward with all his might.

The power within the small World Tree burst out in full. Boom, boom, boom—the might of countless divine arts erupted from the tree and hammered into the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin.

Behind the coffin, Shen Mu vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood. The petals around the lotus seat broke loose, flew up, spun whistling, and slashed at Huang Tang behind the coffin. One petal split Huang Tang's head, and another killed his primordial spirit.

Flesh and spirit twisted and shattered. His head flew up and hung over the River of Chaos.

From there he saw that Shen Mu had been driven all the way to the fifteenth River of Chaos and was about to step into the sixteenth.

The small World Tree's power continued to bloom, madly bombarding the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin. Huang Tang was not the one driving it.

He was only Old Man Wuya's puppet; all he had needed to do was bring the small World Tree before Shen Mu. It was Old Man Wuya who now unleashed its power!

Inside the coffin, the Hehuan Hall Master had already been beaten into a blur of flesh and blood. Dao blood streamed madly from the coffin, staining the river red before turning back into chaos.

This master of the Miluo Palace, in order to unleash the Third Young Master's technique, had never had a chance to use her own power; a series of unexpected changes struck her dead outright inside the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin. "Seventh Young Master, now you can go back!

" Huang Tang's head fell into the River of Chaos, a smile on its face.

"With this great deed I have done, Li Shu and Sister Yan should be well looked after by Old Man Wuya. " As he fell, Shen Mu had already entered the sixteenth River of Chaos.

At the same moment, the lotus throne beneath Shen Mu was completely shattered, and his foot was about to touch the water.

At just that instant, the World-Crossing Golden Ship landed beneath his feet. Huang Tang's eyes widened, the smile on his face froze, and with a roar of unwillingness he plunged into the River of Chaos.

Shen Mu stepped onto the World-Crossing Golden Ship and suddenly channeled his remaining power. The sixteen Rivers of Chaos roared around him; a Hall of Chaos emerged and drew the sixteen rivers into it. Boom!

The doors closed.

In the instant before they fully met, Third Young Master Lingxiao made a decisive choice and cut off his own right arm. The small World Tree at once reversed direction and flew shrieking toward the exit, but before it could reach the doorway, the doors had already shut completely.

Thud. It slammed into the doors, and a heavy crash echoed inside the Hall of Chaos.

This Hall of Chaos severed all connection between the small World Tree and Old Man Wuya, leaving Wuya unable to control the treasure.

Shen Mu's legs gave way, and he nearly fell off the ship.

A silk ribbon lashed out and wrapped around his waist—it was Lang Wan who had acted. Ling Yuxiu ran over and supported Shen Mu.

Lang Wan withdrew her ribbon as if nothing had happened.

Noticing the Moon Heavenly Venerable's gaze on her face, she smiled in greeting. The Moon Heavenly Venerable looked away and tucked the peach blossom in her hand into her sleeve.

She too had meant to rescue Shen Mu, but Lang Wan had been one step ahead. "I've figured it out!

" Xu Shenghua suddenly rushed into the divine city of the Zengcheng Hall Master.

As the Zengcheng labyrinth shifted, he seized a moving section of wall and pulled out a divine brick.

The transformations of Zengcheng stopped at once. The Zengcheng Hall Master looked up in horror—Kaihuang's sword was already descending.